It is funny, truthful and full of heart. My favorite post is: http://dexterlanges.wordpress.com/2013/03/05/becoming/
There is a daunting list of things that must be done once the award has been accepted. Some of it I'm not sure I know how to do, let alone have the time to do. However, I am committing to it tonight...even if it takes me a long time to get it done.
Please help me stay motivated. Here is what I'm committing to:
1.Thank the Liebster-winning blogger who nominated you. Link back to their blog.
2. Post 11 random facts about yourself.
3. Answer the 11 questions your nominator asked.
4. Create 11 questions for your nominees.
5. Nominate 11 blogs of 200 followers or less who you feel deserve to be noticed. Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.
6. Display the Liebster Award logo
So I managed to do number 1 and 6 already! I am awesome. I will follow the format of my nominator and take this in steps. Tonight I give you...............
11 random facts about me! I'm sure you're thrilled.
1,2 & 3. I don't like leftovers, I don't like people to feel bad and my eyes are bigger than my stomach. This can all be illustrated by one pretty weird thing that I do: I sometimes ask for a box at a restaurant and purposely leave it on the table. I can almost never eat everything that I order. I feel terrible guilt that either the person paying will be mad at me for wasting their money, or the sever/cook will worry that I hated their food. So in order to avoid this question from the waitstaff: "Was it alright? You didn't like it? Let me get my manager and see what we can do," or that look of "Seriously? I paid $20 for that steak" I just ask for a box and then accidentally leave it on the table. Sometimes the server actually chases me to the parking lot, "You forgot this!" "Oh, my gosh. Thank you. What would I have eaten for lunch tomorrow? Thank you."
4. If the box makes it home with me, I will probably leave it in the refrigerator until it gets moldy. Gross! Why?! Because I feel bad throwing away food...it's wasteful. Someone in the world is starving. I can't throw away perfectly good food! But moldy food can go right into the trash without guilt.
5. I have issues. All these little weird rules that I have sometimes make for crazy contradictions that I can't sort out. I'm used to it but I'm sure I make no sense to the people around me.
6. I like my contradictions and I like how they make me feel Shakespearean. That's right Shakespearean.
7. I don't like drama. Not the kind on the stage. That drama, if done well, I love. I'm talking about the kind that people create to make their lives more interesting. Attention seeking behavior is like nails on a chalkboard to me. Life presents us all with real, inescapable drama. I have absolutely zero patience with manufactured nonsense.
8. Before I had Cooper, I cared a lot about stupid crap. I have not totally mellowed but I am much more likely to dismiss things and give the benefit of the doubt to people than I ever have before. Something about becoming Cooper's Mommy has helped me see what is important and what is not.
9. If it's something important, I'm even more indignant about it than I ever was before I had Cooper. I have even less patience for rudeness, cruelty, ignorance, intolerance, stupidity and injustice than I have ever had. I believe that the combination of number 8 and 9 constitute growing up enough to really understand what it means to pick battles. I've learned to target my energy at that which is worthy of it. Most of the time. But if I'm tired and/or hungry, I will still take your head off over stupid crap.
10. My favorite sport is college basketball. More precisely, Michigan State basketball. Go Green!
11. I always wished I was a good enough writer to be one. Steinbeck is my favorite. East of Eden is a masterpiece but Travels with Charley is one of my favorite books (thanks to my friend Marco for introducing it to me). I find myself thinking back to it all the time.
Stay tuned for the rest of my Liebster Award posts. I may even get Cooper to write some...since it's his blog, you know.
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